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My mouth openedMy voice echoed, chapped as my lipsI know I made a soundI felt the vibration movefrom my chest into the open airbut there it was swallowedseizednever to be rememberedtaken deep into the silence of the housewhich stood again, immediatelyunmovingand was replacedby the sound of wind chimesabalone shell amongst a quiet breeze